My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I was about 15-years old when I got my first job. It was at a McDonald's that was in Hatboro, PA., not far from where my family lived in Warminster.
When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to get a job and earn my own money. I wanted to work. I also couldn't wait to get my driver's license so that I could drive myself around. I didn't like relying on my parents to take me places. Even as a kid, I was very independent.
My father didn't want me to start working until I got older because he didn't want anyone to think that he couldn't support his family and that I had to work. Isn't that silly? Especially considering that my father had his own real-estate business and did well. My family wasn't dripping rich by any means, however, we never went without. Still, my Dad was a typical Italian father in the 1960's, who had a lot of pride in how he was perceived as a man who could take care of his wife and children. He was a very generous man. And not only to us, but to anyone who needed help.
Eventually though, he gave in and allowed me to get a job. Much of that was due to my mother who convinced my Dad, by telling him that I would learn to be a responsible person.
God love my mother!
When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to get a job and earn my own money. I wanted to work. I also couldn't wait to get my driver's license so that I could drive myself around. I didn't like relying on my parents to take me places. Even as a kid, I was very independent.
My father didn't want me to start working until I got older because he didn't want anyone to think that he couldn't support his family and that I had to work. Isn't that silly? Especially considering that my father had his own real-estate business and did well. My family wasn't dripping rich by any means, however, we never went without. Still, my Dad was a typical Italian father in the 1960's, who had a lot of pride in how he was perceived as a man who could take care of his wife and children. He was a very generous man. And not only to us, but to anyone who needed help.
Eventually though, he gave in and allowed me to get a job. Much of that was due to my mother who convinced my Dad, by telling him that I would learn to be a responsible person.
God love my mother!
The photo you see below looks almost identical to the McDonald's I worked. Back then, they still contained golden arches as part of their construction...
As I recall, I worked anywhere from 4-8 hours a week on the weekends. It wasn't much, but at least I was making my own money. I made about $1.35 per hour.
The job I was assigned to was a hamburger bun toaster. This is what the bun toasting machine looked like...
Looking back, I think it's both precognitive and hysterical that I was assigned to be a bun toaster, considering that I find BUNS the most attractive part of a man. 😋
Anyway...
Here are some photographs of McDonald's vintage menu's (get a load of the prices!)...
The Quarter Pounder
As an employee of McDonald's, we were permitted to have a free meal whenever we worked. And you better believe I always ordered a Hot Apple Pie for dessert.
I don't know why I'm sharing these last few photographs with you because although I loved working at McDonald's and enjoyed their food, I was (and still am) TOTALLY freaked out by their mascot, Ronald McDonald.
OH...MY...GOD...I hate clowns!!!
Here is a Ronald McDonald push-button phone I found online. I would sooner use a carrier pigeon than use this phone to talk to someone...
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
This clip is a (1969) commercial that ran on television when I was a kid. Hearing it again instantly brought back memories. I love this commercial because it reminds me of the finale in a hokey Broadway musical...
As I recall, I worked anywhere from 4-8 hours a week on the weekends. It wasn't much, but at least I was making my own money. I made about $1.35 per hour.
The job I was assigned to was a hamburger bun toaster. This is what the bun toasting machine looked like...
Looking back, I think it's both precognitive and hysterical that I was assigned to be a bun toaster, considering that I find BUNS the most attractive part of a man. 😋
Anyway...
Here are some photographs of McDonald's vintage menu's (get a load of the prices!)...
Some of McDonald's menu evolution's:
The Big Mac
The BIG Meal
The Quarter Pounder
Without a doubt, my favorite fast-food French fries are from McDonald's. To me, they are the "perfect" French fry...
My other favorite McDonald's food is their Hot Apple Pie. But you have to be very careful when you first bite into these because they are VERY hot. We're talking LAVA hot!...
As an employee of McDonald's, we were permitted to have a free meal whenever we worked. And you better believe I always ordered a Hot Apple Pie for dessert.
I don't know why I'm sharing these last few photographs with you because although I loved working at McDonald's and enjoyed their food, I was (and still am) TOTALLY freaked out by their mascot, Ronald McDonald.
OH...MY...GOD...I hate clowns!!!
Here is a Ronald McDonald push-button phone I found online. I would sooner use a carrier pigeon than use this phone to talk to someone...
Front view
Rear view
And last but not least, a headshot of Ronald McDonald himself.
Could you just die?
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
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Wishing you a BIG-MAC of a week, y'all!
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